1969年的元月。刺骨的寒风扫过光秃秃的山野,半山坡上有一座农家茅舍,屋顶茅草发黑,土墙龟裂,板门破旧。为我带路的社员伸手一指说:“那就是老汪队长的屋。”听到声音,一条瘦骨嶙峋的小狗狂吠着向我们奔来。“来富,快回来!”随着茅屋内一声吆喝,“来富”摇着尾巴慢慢地退回屋里。一个中等偏矮身材, The first month of 1969. Biting cold swept over the bare hills, half a hillside farmhouse cottage, thatched black roof, cracked walls, old door. The member who led the way for me reached out and said: “That’s the house of the old Captain Wang.” “At the sound, a skinny puppy barks at us. ”Come back to the rich, come back! “ With the hut cry, ”to the rich " shaking his tail and slowly returned to the house. A medium-sized short stature,